MOTOR REPAIRS ON THE SPOT

 


My Dad fixing the engine in my Grandma Louise’s car during a trip to Big Basin Redwoods State Park in 1947.

No motor here, but some sort of adjustment was apparently needed.  My husband tweaking our son’s tricycle in 1971.

Father & son checking out the engine of a possible truck for son in 1985.  They grow up so fast!

Father & son checking out the engine of another possibility . . .

. . . which became the truck of choice.  He let me drive it once. ;)

Sometime later our son bought another truck & took it apart to get it running.  Only problem was the gas gauge didn’t always work properly.  I remember getting at least a couple of calls:  “Mom?  Could you bring me some gas?”  Luckily he was never too far afield.


In this case, however, it was the battery.  Cousin George in 1997 giving my daughter’s car a charge.

:->

La Nightingail

Comments

  1. Barbara RogersJune 6, 2026 at 5:43 AM

    Your files of photos always amaze me. You have every possible eventuality covered! Which is because I was unable to find anything new for this weeks SS.

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  2. Mike BrubakerJune 8, 2026 at 5:35 PM

    Terrific photos for this theme! I like the tricycle repair. I considered looking through my family archive for similar photos of my dad fixing cars/trucks/boats. But I was short on time and regrettably that collection is not sorted out as neatly as yours is. Everything I know about breaking something, taking it apart, fixing it, or just puzzling out what went wrong, I credit my dad as my mentor and inspiration. When all else fails, hit it with a bigger hammer!

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  3. Linda's Relaxing LairJune 10, 2026 at 6:02 PM

    Wonderful post and amazing pictures.

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